Based on Italy 1992
Mia Martini — Rapsodia
So lonely in the big City
I walked into a bar
Was feeling rather airy
Like sleazy Baccara
I met a girl from Norway
She was so young and sweet
But I could only think that
I’d never be happy
“You’re going to score badly
At Eurofestival
You’ll never be encoring
Lack that je ne sais quoi”
It was a ploy for all to see
For real, I ended up destroyed and unfulfilled
Consistently I’d wonder why
Important men yelled “Diarrhoea!”
When I said hi
When could I enjoy my glory??
What would I have to do??
I started turning apeshit
Destroying all in view
Mimicking a crime scene, yeah
Hiding from me was needless
Lenses were pointed at me
It was the damn BBC
If people in my home country
Would see me in this bar
They’d think I just went crazy
Captured on camera
Then I felt coy, knew I excel
At asking bartenders to help me with my plans
And soon this boy, he did as instructed
He spiked the drink of the young girl from Norvegia
She was a drunk toy for all to laugh at
She was blamed for the lack of postcards… poor Anita :(